Yesterday on our way from sunny San Mateo to slightly overcast but pleasant Half Moon Bay, around 92 windy road, I recap what we did in the last two days: nice morning walks in the neighborhood with the dogs; walking the dogs at the windy 3rd Ave; 4th of July BBQ with kiteboarding friends; catch up with old friends; lots of blogging; watching Mission Impossible, Final Reckoning; fresh lunch with HK milk tea; shopping for essentials yet not over shopping ; coming home to a nice mild weather. And it’s only Saturday afternoon!
I told Jack, weekends like these are “the cheese” that gets me going all these years. I explained: when I was a software developer in Austin Texas, one of my teammates, Mr. P, told me about a book about leadership he was reading, it was called: “Who moved my cheese?” It represented that the cheese is the reward, and the workers are like the mice that always going after the reward. The leaders are the people who move the cheese to get the workers perform at the job. I never read the book, but that’s the theory I built based on the book title, which I thought was pretty cute.
This weekend is like “the cheese” that kept me going. On the other hand, metrics and business goals are like moldy cheese that kills creativity, and they take the joy out of work.
Jack said: Yes, Mr. F, my boss, in the research group always told me, we had to write 10 patents a year, that’s the goal.
I said: How sad. You cannot rush innovation.
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